Horrified, I threw my hands up and blurted out, “I’m so sorry,” before crouching down and scooping her up from the grass. “Christ,” I muttered, helpless, as I set her on her feet. “Don’t cry.” “It’s my first day,” she sniffled, swaying on her feet. “My fresh start and I’m covered in shit.” She was covered in shit. “My dad’s going to kill me,” she continued to choke out, clutching her torn skirt. “My uniform’s ruined.”
